Chapter Eleven
Pierce felt the wind in his face and the spongy earth under his paws. His heart was light as he looked here and there over the vastness of the meadow that stretched out as far as his wolf could see. Nothing held him back. Nothing called him to return.
He ran until exhaustion, collapsing into a happy heap in the tall blades of grass. Resting his nose on the warm, supple earth gave him a second wind. The heady scent filled his nostrils. It kicked his heart into a double-time pound. It stirred his loins.
He straightened his paws to take off. The ground beneath his feet was compact but unsteady. There was give to it. Something was not right. But somehow, it felt right.
He sank his paws into the flesh.
Wait?
Flesh?
Pierce’s eyes flashed open. His hand cupped one of Viviane
